Dixies Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:] Dis fa my niggas who felt like (giving up
Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:] Dis fa my niggas who felt like (giving up) I feel
the party move ya body wassup, wassup everybody start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot (El Sadiq) And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots Man, they smile up in you, griller
Gotti Don't forget about Tray Deee and Slip Capone This for the West Coast one, ha, ha Saggin', nigga G'd up, sippin' Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga Gotta
[Jay-Z] Yeah!! Check it check it out Uhhh haha gotta keep it fat Chorus: Jay Z (repeat 2X) I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so
them thangs gucci yo gotti the king soulja done did it again this team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys (chorus) (yo gotti) money aint the option lets give
there?) Yo, hey yo [Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand up
If you can handle all of that then we can get it poppin I don't want no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ba-all [Verse 2: Yo Gotti
won't give a fuck who you are We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up the bar Cuban the don daddy like john gotti I brung a long shotie for the
shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh yo Aye yo, I'm old
' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack black I'm hittin
4x) I want a five star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I want a five star bitch (Yo Gotti) It's ya boy yo gotti, I do grade A shit
bounce dat ass make your knees touch your elbows (2x). (Yo Gotti verse) This for my jazzy bitches, classy bitches, {aw yea} my rachett bitches. Give
up Baking soda beaken cup stretch it out whip it up 2 to 4, 4 to 8 I can make it double up Glock 40 hush em up If a nigga rushin up Ak47 banana clip bitch
White Cutlass, White Lamb, White Truck, White Porsche, I live on the Golf Course, I be wit them White Boys. (I'm Yo Gotti!) White Couch in my White
wut the fuck is you sayin cuz i was ; so caught up in the movin and white that i was gone 24-7 a nite and i didn't give a fuck if i was wrong or was right
